Fascination - I

Those everyday things, which will remind me of you,
How will I escape them, and continue ?
They say time, will heal and memories will fade,
What if I never want to forget, not even the unkindest of them all,

Should I wish to be a snow flake, aware and disappear,
Or the strong silent tree, having many life pass by.
Perhaps it is my loneliness, which bothers me so much.
I keep wondering, is remembering a curse, not a gift at all.